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Blendings o! Ideal and Real; 

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PROTECKO UNO WROUGHT OUT, FOR OUR COUNTRY AND FLIIG, 
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An Epic Poem, composed by Rodolphus Bard, founded upon an 

Incident recorded in the Diary of the late Capt. D. D. 

Bard, Aug. 30, i860, while a student at Hiram, O., 

Forming "Golden Links in the History of 

■'OUR MARTYR PRESIDENTS." 



T/ie occurrence of the incident, upon which this Poem is founded, is fully 

authenticated, by letters herewith appended, from our 

late President, James A. Garfield. 






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August 30, 1 OO /, August 21 as 30, 

1860. l004, 1880. 




BlGndings of Idsal and Rsal ; 



; - PROIECTEO AND WROUGHT OUT, FOR OUR COUNTRY ANO FLAG, 

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A STANDARD, HISTORIC AND TRUE, 



An Epic Poem, composed by Rodolphus Bakd, founded upon an 

Incident recorded in the Diary of the late Capt. D. D. 

Bard, Aug. 30, i860, while a student at Hiram, O., 

Forming "Golden Links in the History of 



'OUR MARTYR PRESIDENTS." 



The occurrence of the incident, upon which this Poem is founded, is fully 

authenticated, by letters herewith appended, from our 

late President, James A. Garfield. 



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Copyright, 1884, 
By RODOLPHUS BARD. 

All rights reserved. 



TO THE MEMORY 



James A, Garfield and Abraham Lincoln, 



OUR MARTYR PRESIDENTS, 



AND VETERAN STANDARD BEARERS OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY; 



And to the Memory of the Late 



CAPTAIN DAVID D. BARD, 



A TRUE TYPE OF THE AMERICAN SOLDIER, 



Upon whose Faithful Record this Poem is Founded. 



MY WORK. 



That God hath need of even me, I know; 
Afar He plans His palaces that rise 
In stately splendor to the shining skies, 

And day by day, more grand, more perfect 



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While I, in life's dark quarries, toiling slow, 
Hew the unshapely stones, that yet no guise 
Of beauty wear to my dim, weary eyes— 
'Neath my rude touch no grace nor glory show. 
Elsewhere shall hands more skillful carve and 
guild 
My rough hewn blocks, till they are meet to be 
A part of those bright walls that He doth 

build. 
Therefore. O. soul, be all thy murmursstilled— 
A place to work for Him, He giveth thee. 
And to thy poor toil, immortality. 

— Selected. 



PREFA CE. 



That the reader may understand the history, aims, 
and objects of this poem, and believing that the inci- 
dent in the Hves of "Our Martyr Presidents," upon 
which it is founded, contains niucli food for thougJit, 
the writer has appended an extract from the diary of 
his brother, the late CAPTAIN DAVID D. Bard, writ- 
ten while a student at Hiram College. 

On the afternoon of August 30, i860, he assisted at 
the raising of a "Lincoln and Hamlin" pole, by James 
A. Garfield. This pole was raised on the free soil of 
the old Nineteenth Ohio Congressional District, (made 
famous by the services of such statesmen and cham- 
pions of freedom as Whittlesey, Giddings, Wade, and 
Garfield,) only six months before the outbreak of the 
great rebellion. Taking a view of the event retro- 
spectively, and in its ideality, this raised and towering 
shaft stands against the horizon of i860, like a silent 
sentinel, pointing as with the finger of prophesy, as it 
stood in the clear moonlight, tossing to the breezes 
the stars and stripes and the proud banner of Lincoln 
an \ Hamlin, names of men who were destined to bear 
the weight of mighty responsibilities, through a strug- 
gle unparalelled, and out of which they were to come 
forth the champions of freedom, leaders of a host of 
veterans, crowned with unfading glory. When the 
shades of night had disappeared, and the smoke 
(typical of many battles) had cleared away, the dawn 
of a new morning displayed the marks of a temporary 
dismemberment of the standard. The broken worth- 
less timber (typical of African slavery) which had 
been cut from the pole, lay trampled in the dust. 
The weakest section had been brokon in attempting 
to raise the standard. All efforts failed until the 
broken timber was cut out and the strong and true 
bound in with bands of iron. The spiked gun — the 
assailed union ; the spike withdrawn — the Union saved, 
and our simile is complete. At last we see the re- 
stored Union, on an enduring basis, and recognize in it 
all the heroism of human endurance, and the over- 
rulings of a wise Providence. 

RODOLPHUS BARD. 
Mcadvilic, Pa., July 23, 1884. 



HIS TO RICA L PREL UDE. 



On the grand highlands of Northern Ohio, 
Not ten leagues from proud Erie's shore, 
Yet, far enough back from her storm-coast 
To escape the breakers loud roar, 

Stands the quaint little village of Hiram, 
Not unknown to fame, among men, 
As here the Scholar, Soldier and Statesman 
Read books, donned the sword, drove the pen. 

'Twas in autumn — eighteen, one and fifty, 
When a youth, bronzed and stalwart, stood h:re, 
At the door of this young school of learning. 
His face bore the marks of good cheer. 

His stern rap brought before him Fred. WiUii n ;, 
Of Hiram a trustee of old ; 
Young Garfield soon told his plain stor)-. 
And on trial stepped into the fold. 

Not unlike David, the Benjamite shepherd. 

His welcome meant work from the start, 

But, with bell-rope and broom, and base-ball and bat. 

His work went straight home to all hearts. 

Asa student and janitor, faithful, 
Sure and strong — yes, born to command 
Was our hero. At base ball on campus, 
None better in all the broad lan:l. 

He led manly sports with a relish 
Excelled only by his love for rare books, 
Drinking draughts from pure fountains of knowle:l>-e 
Found in college, b}' hillside, or brooks. 



But quickly we find Hiram's sexton, 
A student "well up" without peers. 
Soon he's known as a senior at Williams, 
Yes, a man, in advance of his years. 

Although time is fast passing, yet story 
Tells of Garfield, the teacher and guide 
Returning from Williams in glory. 
To claim fair Lucretia his bride. 

At twenty-six, was promoted. From station 
Of "man-of-all-work," to the head ! 
Yes, to President — head of all Hiram, 
Where hundreds then flocked to be fed. 

To be fed with knowledge — not manna, 
Such as dropped from above, wdiile men slept — 
With brain-food, wrought out b}" hard labor 
By "James Abram" and "Almeda," long wept. 

A just tribute to Garfield, as preacher, 
Reminds of the wisdom of Paul, 
The fire of a Peter, the heart of a John, 
Inspiring trust and friendship in all. 

To the voice of "our preacher" throngs listen ; 
Burning words from the Book he proclaims ; 
The hearts of the masses are quickened, 
Seeds are sown — God is honored again. 

Now, as president and teacher at Hiram, 
The days into years swiftly run, 
When, the vision of Garfield here widens. 
And Ohio, now claims her wise son. 

As State Senator, fearless and earnest. 
He takes a front rank among men, 
His name is soon known, for his reasons 
Are voiced by a trained tongue and pen. 

With boldness denouncing oppression. 
Taking stand for God's truth, and man's right. 
For free homes, and free schools, that our country 
Might be saved from disunion's dread blight. 



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The winter soon past, merrv spring-time 
i^inds our teacher again at his home ; 
Hiram students, now numbering hundreds 
Crowd her halls, from chapel to dome. 

Fruitful autumn, with glory resplendent, 
Ushers m a "new era," and throng. 
Students come, deeds are done, heroic, 
Lmkmg names for the ages to come. 

And time, in the not distant future 
Will prove to all men, never fear. 
That Garfield, the scholar and statesman, 
Laid well a foundation, e'en here, 

And raised on the campus at Hiram, 

A standard, historic and true ; 

Aye, and taught us to sound well the timber 

Which IS honored by the Red, White and Blue. 

Raised 07i ''crest of the Union"— d. standard 
Historic, loved, honored, and fair ; 
With the lesson, ''ever march against treason,'' 
Although not "booted and spurred for dread war. 

Political, moral, and world-wide. 
Shall be the lessons learned here to-day ; 
Many land-marks of time will quite perish, 
But the standard shall not pass away. 



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RETROSPECTIVE AND PROSPECTIVE. 



Republican Memorial Standard. — Planted, by Jaiiies A. Garjieid, Au%. 
JO, i860, with Abraham Lincobi, as Standard Bearer. — Dedicated 
to Freedom and the Union Flag. — Made Sacred by the blooa cf 
Patriots, shed on a hundred battle fields. After twenty years this his- 
toric Standard reappeared, and was saluted by James A- Garheia, '■Hhe 
Hero of J 8 60," luho became our Standard Bearer in 1880. Question. — 
6hall it be memorialized by the Republican Party in 1884, and be 
planted from Maine to Oregon, and frc.n the Lakes to the Gulf 
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INTERLUDE. 

Four and twenty years, have passed away 
Since Bard, in prosaic story 
Joineci Garfield's name with Lincohi's fame, 
Both now o'erspread with glory. 

Could we ope the pages of the past, 
And read of all recorded 
Since David D that story wrote, 
One would be well rewarded. 

Of campaigns bold, none better told. 

In words and deeds heroic. 

Than of Lincoln's tramp, o'er field and camp, 

To meet the "Douglas stoic." 

But e'er we turn the leaves to greet 
Those days of nerve and nettle. 
We'll rest awhile, one day beguile. 
And test James Garfield's mettle. 

This mighty nation ne'er would know. 
The youthful deeds and glories. 
Of men with names, well-known to fame. 
But for such uncouth stories. 

For a short time then, at your leisure, men. 
Let me have your ear — please listen 
To this tale of old, of a statesman bold. 
Then a Memorial Standard let's christen. 



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[Extract from tJic Diary of tJic late Capt. David D. 
Bard, %vJiich ''tells its cnvii story' a)id upon which this 
poem is founded^ 

Hiram, Ohio. 

Thursday, August joth, i860, Captain Bard says : 
Great preparations are being- made to raise a Lincoln 
pole to-day. They have secured one that will measure 
150 feet. Exercises in school about the same as usual, 
only the afternoon exercises were shortened on account 
of the pole raising, which was to come off this p. m. 

At 3| p. m. I was on the ground, found quite a crowd, 
and the pole nearly ready for action. After consider- 
able amount of fixing they commenced operations. 
Word was given, when they raised it a {qw feet, and in 
so doing, broke off a section of the top, which was soon 
spliced, and the derrick commenced to strain and 
squeak. After getting it about twenty feet into the 
air the splice broke and down it came again, this time 
shattered. Nozv here ivas indeed a ''dilemma;" almost 
night, the pole broken, the people standing andtvaiting, 
and the speakers impatient to go home ; and added to 
all this, Mr. Taylor, the "captain of the Job,'' had giv- 
en up in despair, and had left the broken pole on the 
grou)id 

Then Air. Garfield, with his accustomed energy, took 
the matter in hand and appointed five men to splice the 
pole. Then he introduced the Hon. Sidney Kdgerton, 
who commenced to speak, and this drew the crowd 
away from the pole so that the committee could go on 
with its work unmolested. A fezv of us students zvere 
around to bring things thatzvere needed. In about one 
hour Mr. Edgerton closea his speech, and the work of 
repairing the pole had been rapidly progressing. The 
sun had set before the work was half finished, but the 
moon rose bright, and the sky was clear so that it was 
almost as light as day. 

At about half past seven the pole was all right, the 
guy ropes fastened on, the tackle attached, and tlic der- 



rick rigged and manned. 7 hen Mr. Garfield mount- 
ed tlie pole and said, ''Fellozv-citizens, we have tried 
tzvice to raise this pole and failed, because there was a 
piece of Douglas timber in it. We have cut that, out, 
and nozv we are going to raise the pole.'' Then he 
placed men zvhom he could trust at the props and guys, 
each having his duties to perform. When all was ready 
our leader said, ''Nozv, up she goes,'' and evejy man 
went to work zvith a will, and up she did go without a 
moment's interruption, and in about one hour the pole 
zvas firmly planted, and the names of ''Honest Abe" and 
Hannilal Hamlin zvere fioating in the breeze in the 
splendid light of the moon. 

Just about as the pole reached perpendicular, ncxvs 
%vas circulated that the Democrats had spiked the can- 
non, and it was trjie. Seme follozver of the 'Dittle 
Giant" fired by jealousy, had spiked the gun. James 
A. Garfield's vohmtary work zvas not yet done ; under 
his orders ft he boys" took it to the blacksmith shop and 
succeeded in extracting the iron, zvhich proved to be a 
piece of fork tine instead of a rat- tail file, as -was first 
reported. 

When the pole had been firmly set and propped the 
large crowd gave three hearty cheers for Abraham 
Lincoln and the cannon spoke a loud response, follow- 
ing which the Hon. Sidney Edgerton again spoke to 
the people, and was listened to with close attention. 
Then the cannon's mouthing loud was again heard, and 
followed by the hearty cheers of the people, when the 
meeting broke up and all retired feeling well satisfied 
that a "battle had been fought and a victory won" 
through the inspiration given, and never say die spirit 
of Hiram's revered President — James A. Garfield. 

Moral— 

When battling for truth, 
Never give up though the grape shot ma}- rattle 
Or the thunder cloud over you burst. 
But stand like a rock (as did our Garfield), 
And the storm little shall harm you, though doing 
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TR UE HER OISM RE IVA RDED ; 

OR, 
Garfield at Hiram, August jotJi, i860. 

"Ai! despcrandumy ''Omnia vhicit amor:' 

'Twas in the autumn of eighteen sixty, 
At Hiram, these scenes were portrayed, 
And recorded by David D. Bard, that day, 
E'er his head on the pillow had laid. 

On the thirtieth of that memorable August, 
When the yeomen assembled, from far 
The farmer's plow stood in the furrow. 
And Hiram College doors closed with a jar. 

Old Hiram put on her best raiment, 
And all nature seemed joyous and gay; 
The band and the cannon stood ready,' 
While a pole and the banners there lay. 

"Honest Abe and Hannibal Hamlin," 
Were the words on our banners displayed, 
And we stood by thcvi, boys, as you'll witness. 
And our drama unfolds to this age. 

The people had met on the campus. 
Our speakers stood hard by the stand ; 
Horse, derrick and driver, were ready. 
With Captain Taylor engaged to command. 

After much delay and confusion, 
The horse at the derrick went around. 
Snap ! snap ! went the pole. Vain delusion ! 
"Well, lower her, boys," — to the ground. 

The break — not a bad one — soon mended, 

Saw the sun sinking low in the west. 

While music enchantingly blended, 

With strong hopes, which now iilled every breast. 



Word was given, when, gallantly upward, 
Again rose the standard — some twenty feet high. 
"All's well, that ends well," quoth the Captain, 
Then "heave away, my laddies — be spry." 

But a horse is a vain thing in battle to trust. 
When possessed with less training, than fire. 
Truth, our captain soon learned, as pole swiftly 

turned. 
Hark ! crash goes the timber ! fond hopes now 

expire ! 

Aye. vvith crash and a bang ! pole came thunder- 
ing down ! 
Scarcely missing the heads of "our boys," 
While pike poles flew fast, as Captain's shrill blast, 
"Stand from under !" quite scattered our joys. 

"Dust and ashes." my boys, for earth's coveted joys, 
Common end to most miortals here given, 
With such a bad break, all agree its too late 
To raise this standard, to-night toward Heaven. 

The pole, now abandoned, lay broken and bare. 
Save the banners, nearly trailing in dust. 
While the sun almost down, looked on a sad town, 
Crowd and speakers quite filled with disgust. 

"There's a tide in affairs of men," 'twas said. 
But a crisis now plainly we see ; 
For who'll tide us over, and raise the flag, 
E'er the sun sinks over the lea .^ 

There's seldom great crisis under the sun 
Where virtue, honor and truth, need a friend 
But some brave, manly soul (God given) 
Steps forth, with rare brain or muscle to lend. 

Make way for our hero ! A hundred men shout 
As forward James Garfield now comes. 
"There's room at the top" for the spirits who dare 
Fire the cannon and beat up the drums ! 

He speaks, and the turbulent masses 
Stand, as though rivited firm to the ground. 
Let not cannon or drum now break silence, 
Let none but true men here be found. 



"You've laid well the foundation, my friends, 
Have brought timber — thought sturdy and strong, 
Now we'll cut out the broken and bind in the true, 
For naught shall here enter that's wrong. 

"Willing hands make strong bands," quoth Garfield 
As the crowd, he assayed to survey ; 
Then a glance at the timber assured him, 
He who conquers must work while 'tis day. 

"Our cause is most just, and heroic 
Shall be the deeds done' here to-day. 
Let the speaking go on — play the stoic, 
Though a lion stand fierce in the way." 

A committee of five heard and heeded 

The words of our gallant and true. 

"Boys, look out for the banner, soon waving. 

Just beneath the grand Red, White and Blue." 

Willing hands did make bands : yes, our black- 
smith 
Stood by Garfield, strong and true. 
While the ax-men measured blows. 
Which shall echo centuries through. 

Again the hammer of axmen and blacksmith, 
Resounded along her broad sides ; 
Reassuring the now waiting thousands 
That true protection is labor's fair bride. 

Well, the speaking went on at the campus. 
While our heroes worked hard at the pole. 
Now assured that our leader meant business. 
Quite as truly as Cromwell, of old. 

Veteran soldiers not yet were our gunners, 
As they strolled off to lunch, one by one. 
But rich lessons they learned ere the midnight, 
Worth the knowing, for the year sixty-one. 

Queen of night challenged stars in their splendor, 
As all gleamed down on our now eager throng ; 
For word had gone forth— "pole is ready; 
Brincr the band, man the cannon again." 



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But hark ! a voice rich now breaks silence, 

Clear and calm, for truth must be told : 

"We've tried twice to raise the pole, have been 

forbidden. 
Your standard must be proved as pure gold. 

"The broken timber cut from standard prefigures, 
Yet grave issues for our country and flag, 
Let us prove ourselves men in life's battles. 
Stand together, and God's truth shall ne'er lag. 

"Plant your standard firm and deep in foundation, 
Proved by Whittlesey, Giddings, and Wade ; 
(Grand old heroes and statesmen, long honored," ) 
Who taught their sons, for truth ne'er be afraid. 

"Men, all breaks caused by timber ''Old Bourbon^' 
Mil St be closed, as with blades of true steel. 
We've here cut out the broken, and bound in the 

true. 
And stand ready, with colors revealed. 

" TJien lip zuith the standard, you've nothing to fear, 
Man the "props and the guys" with a will, 
And we'll fling to the breeze a proud banner. 
Which our millions of freemen love still." 

He ceased, and the words so magnetic. 
Quickly filled every man with new zeal. 
Worthy aims cause brave actions heroic. 
Catch the word — now, up she goes, with a will. 

And up she did go, without friction ; 
P2very man went to work with a will, 
Aye, the axmen, the blacksmith and scliolar. 
Stood shoulder to shoulder, with zeal. 

At eight-thirty our standard stood planted; 
P"irm and fearless it courted the breeze, 
While our banner, — "Abe Lincoln and Hamlin," 
Kissed the stars, far above rustling trees. 

The full moon added glory transcendent, 
Looking down on our heroes, so true, 
In front rank stood James Abram Garfield, 
Over all waved the Red, While and Blue. 

Could the Goddess of Liberty — emblem of Truth, 
Now a sign to our heroes have given ; 



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It would have been— wait a while— W(;/v zuorl- to 

be doiu\ 
Break not silence, though hearts are most riven. 

Supreme moments men feel in stern battle, 
None the less moved are such by earned peace, 
Hats in hand, raised in air, stand the masses, 
Waiting word, just a word, for release. 
But hold ! Word now comes from the gunners 
(Devils work — whether men sleep or eat): 
"Our gun has been spiked by the Dcmmies, 
Hold the crowd, until we're again on our feet." 

"Not yet done all the work, my young soldiers, 
To our blacksmith run the cannon with speed," 
Spoke Garfield, the soldier and statesman; 
"He who spikes Lincoln guns ne'er'll succeed." 
Around the standard the masses now crowd. 
Hold the ground — coward foes, swift retreat ; 
Soon the rumbling of cannon returning. 
Tells the story, there's no Lincoln defeat. 

In composure, our champion stood, sight 

sublime ! 
For grand was the scene, as portrayed at the time ! 
The proud standard erect, one hundred and fifty 

feet high. 
Gleamed and glistened, as in triumph our heroes 

swept by. 

"Then the booming of cannon, on the clear even- 
ing air," 

Gave proof to all Hiram that our flag was still 
there. 

Fair moon, twinkling stars, wooed the brave and 
the true. 

While cheers rose from thousands for the Red. 
White and Blue. 

Now, a light, fleecy cloud, as a token passed by, 
Wreathed moon with a halo — in the air, victory ! 
Again, the booming of cannon, and beating of drum 
Proclaimed to all present, a grand victory won. 



*The lions. Elisha Whittlesey, Joshua R. Gidding, and James A. 
Garfield, represented the old 19th Congressional District of Ohio between 
them for fifty-four years. Benj. F. Wade was their United States Senator 
for manv years. 



Mentor, O., Aug-ust 4, 1880. 
Mr. Rodolphus Bard, Mcadvillc, Pa. : 

My Dear Sir : — Yours of the 29th of July, contain- 
ing- an extract from the diary of your brother Captain 
Bard, came duly to hand, and %vas read, zvith peculiar 
interest. I remember your brotJier very zvell, and recol- 
lect perfectly the incidoit zvhich the diary records. Ac- 
cept for yourself my thanks for your kind letter and 
my gratitude for your brother's memory. 

With kindest regards, I am truly yours, 

J. A. Garfield. 



Mentor, O.. August 14, 1880. 
Mr. R. Bard, Meadville, Pa. : 

My Dear Sir : — Yours of the 12th inst., is received. 
/ li'ish yo7ir suggestion could be carried out, and the 
pole raising fixed for the ^oth inst., instead of the 21st. 
I fear, however, that it may now be too late, but as 
}'ou have written there, you will very soon know. Your 
suggestion is an excellent one, and I shall be glad if it 
prevails. Very truly yours, 

J. A. Garfield. 



The preceeding letters from the late President Gar- 
field, under date of Aug. 4th and 14th, were in reply 
to letters from the undersigned, at which time he also 
wrote his army and school friend, Prof G. E. Barber, 
of Hiram College, of his desire that arrangements be 
made to honor Gen. Gaifield, Aug. jo, 1880, as indi- 
cated, by getting up a large mass meeting of citizens 
and soldiers of Northern Ohio. The following reply 
from Prof Barber, a member of the Republican Com- 
mittee at Hiram, explains itself, and tells of arrange- 
ments made for the celebration, which occurred at 
Hiram, August 21st as 30. 1880, with Hon. E. B. Taylor 
as orator of the day. 

Hiram, O.. August t6, 1880. 

Dear Friend Bard : — When I returned Saturday 
Qw&mng, I found your letter awaiting me. Our club 
met in the evening, and I placed your suggestion be- 
fore it, and while it was thought to be a good one, there 
seemed to be some special reasons against it, viz : 

1st. Our pole raising had already been postponed 



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once, after a public advertisement, and it would have 
had bad effect to put it off again. 

2d. My absence, caused some delay in getting your 
letter, and Jiow, there is //rtr^/;' //w^- to make such elab- 
orate preparation and notice as would be necessary. 

3d. The great soldiers' reunion at Canton, O., two 
days later (Sept. ist), would militate against our mak- 
ing it a large gathering of soldiers. 

4th. Lack of railroad connections and hotel accommo- 
dations would work against us. However, we ap- 
pointed a committee to confer with ten neighbor- 
ing townships and urged them to send large delega- 
tions. 

Gen. Garfield has been invited (according to sug- 
gestion). We are to have several bands, a cannon, 
and to raise a one hundred and fifty foot pole, &c., &c., 
and we hope to have a "big time." I am heartily glad 
that you are coming. ^- * * * j ^yas glad to 
get your letter, and only regret that we cannot fully 
carry out your suggestion. As it is, however, I am 
sure we shall make a greater occasion than if you had 
not vvritten. I hope to see you before the week closes. 
Very truly, &c., your old friend, 

G. E. Barber. 



In conclusion, it is hardly necessary to add, that the 
Garfield and Arthur pole raising took place at Hiram, 
Aug?/ St 21, as JO, 1880, and great enthusiasm prevailed. 
Hon. E. B. Taylor, Garfield's successor in Congress, 
was the orator of the day, and the writer can say from 
experience, ''it zvas good to be there." ^\xt the reader 
■will notice that there remains an unftlfilled wish of our 
lamented President Garfield, viz : that August jo be 
observed as a Memorial Day. Shall August jo, i860, 
and August 21 as jo, 1880, "Blend in one," and be 
COMMEMORATED by the people — August jo, 188^? 



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LINCOLN, REPUBLICAN MEMORIAL, ''■^^^^i'^^- 



-AUGUST 30, 1884. 



Hail Standards fair COMMEMORATE ! 
Your bearers were by all HELD GREAT. 
Will standards tzuo, BLEND NOW IN ONE, 
Grandest human standard 'neath the sun ? 

Hail, ship of state ! A STANDARD TRUE, 
Proved by grand statesmen, comes to view 
A bearer it must have, in 1884, 'tis plain, 
The coniijig man is James G. Blaine ! 

This standard, now zve dedicate 
To tntth, and manhood, good and great, 
To Union flag and native land, 
"Long may it wave," and firmly stand. 

And when decades have blessed our race 
With added virtue, truth and grace. 
Higher than party standard raise : 
Give God the glory and all praise. 



THE SPIRIT OF TRUE REPUBLICANISM. 



Hiirher than Party, Our Standard and Flag. 



Thoughts suggested by the raising of a Lincoln and 
Hamlin pole at Hiram, Ohio, August jo, i860 : 

Higher than party 
Rises our standard to-night, 
Grander than platform, 
With specialties bright. 

God is still God, 
Truth the nation must know ; 
Let oppression but vanish. 
It's "twin relics will go." 



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Yes, higher than party 
May our fiag ever wave ; 
From a standard, wrought out, 
By the great, good and brave. 

May her stars still increase. 
And her stripes ne'er grow dim. 
Give to God all the glory. 
It belonecth to Him. 



AFTER TWENTY YEARS, 

at the the raising of a Garfield and Arthur pole, at 
Hiram, O., August 21st, as joth, 1880 : 

Higher than faction, or party 

On the heights beyond, 

Behold your standard, historic and true ! 

It has led martvr souls near the valley of death, 

Aye, beyond, for the Red, White and Blue. 

It has led the crushed bondsmen, 

Four millions of souls. 

Up to heights of proud freemen, they say. 

Since you've cut out the terror of slave-pen and 

lash. 
Now free labor well-paid rules the day. 

It has given new life, planted industries rare, 
At the South, now the land of the free. 
Aye, the hum of the spindle and roar of the forge. 
Now proclaims a new era for thee. 

Hail, grand Union redeemed. 

Through the mercy of God, 

Reunited, for freedom and truth. 

May your sons ever prove. 

Faithful, worthy of love. 

And bless the martyrs, who died for the youth. 



ADDENDA. 



A TRIBUTE TO THE BRA VE. 



BY REV. WM. F. DAY, D. D. 

The lessons taught by EXAMPLE are the most valu- 
able that can be given. When one passes from among 
men, whose life has afforded a noble specimen of the 
good and the true, we owe it as well to the living as 
the dead, that such an example be set on high, that all 
may see it, and aspire to its excellence. 

The GOOD that men do should live after them. 

Capt. David D. Bard, son of the late Rev. R. Bard, 
was born in Cornwall, Litchfield Co. Conn., July 23d, 
1 841, and fell mortally wounded in the battle of Frank- 
lin, Tenn., Nov. 30, 1864, dying on the 3d of Dec. fol- 
lowing. Rare indeed are the instances where the bi- 
ographer finds in the life of one so young, so much of 
value to record. Capt. Bard died at the age when most 
young men have scarcely more than commenced laying 
the foundations of a noble manhood ; but with him, 
the superstructure had gone very far towards comple- 
tion. From his earliest days, the boy foreshadowed 
the man. The love of youthful sports, that hngers 
long with many, seemed scarcely to be felt by him, \\\ 
his aspirations for manhood. Brought up under re- 
ligious influences, he yielded to them from the first. 
He respected virtue for its own sake, and seemed al- 
most instinctively to shrink from anything dishonor- 
able. To others, he seemed a Christian from his boy- 
hood, but he felt that something more was needed than 
an outwardly correct life, and in 1858 he gave his heart 
to God, and united with the Baptist church, of which 
he remained a faithful member until his death, boon 
after his conversion, his thoughts were turned toward 
the ministry, and he was preparing himself for a proper 
education, when the war broke out, and the coun- 
try called for soldiers. For a moment he hesitated in 
choosing between the profession of peace, to which he 



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had looked, and that involving the din of arms, and 
the shedding- of blood. But it was only for a moment. 
The defence of his country seemed to him so high and 
holy a duty, he determined first to help save his coun- 
try, and then, if God spared his life, to enter the min- 
istry. Accordingly on the 27th of May, 1861, he en- 
listed as a private in Co. F, 7th Reg't O. V. I. He 
served faithfully in his regiment in its severe struggles 
and weary marches in Western Virginia. Naturally of 
a feeble constitution, his health failed under the hard- 
ships of army life, and he was prostrated by camp 
fever. Such, however, was his zeal, that he left the 
hospital before having recovered his usual health, and 
accompanied his regiment to the Shenandoah Valley, 
where he took part in the battle of Winchester, in 
which Stonewall Jackson was so signally defeated. 

In this battle Capt. Bard was conspicuous for his 
bravery, as also in several skirmishes that followed. 
For his gallantry he was promoted to ist Sergeant, but 
his health having failed him, he was, much to his re- 
gret, discharged from the service. 

Soon after his return home, the Government called for 
300,000 volunteers. Capt. Bard's health having im- 
proved, he again offered himself to the service, and was 
accepted, and commissioned as ist Lieutenant, and 
appointed recruiting officer for the 104th regiment, 
then forming — his commission bearing date July 20, 
1862. The regiment was mustered into service Aug. 
30, 1862, and immediately left for Kentucky, where it 
did good service in the defence of Cincinnati. 

With the military experience he had acquired in the 
7th O., joined to his general intelligence, Capt. Bard 
was looked upon as one of the best officers in his regi- 
ment. In May, 1863, he was promoted to the Cap- 
taincy of his company, vice Capt. Wells, resigned. He 
led his company under Burnside into East Tennessee, 
and engaged in the operations that secured to our 
forces the surrender of Cumberland Gap. His health 
having again failed, he was sent home to recruit for the 
army. Soon after, however, we find him back with his 
company, participating in the overthrow of the rebels 
in East Tennessee. 

In the spring of 1864, the 23d army corps, to which 
he belonged, joined the Army of the Cumberland, and 



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moved with Sherman in the advance on Atlanta. 
Throug-hout that successful, but hard-fought campaign, 
Capt Bard sustained his former reputation as one of 
ablest, and most efficient officers of the line. Shortly 
after the capture ot Atlanta, he was appointed A. A. 
Gen. on the staff of Gen Reilly, and acted in this ca- 
pacity in the operations between Thomas and Hood 
in Tennessee. At the battle of Franklin, where a por- 
tion of our line was giving way under the persistent 
attack of superior numbers, Capt. Bard rushed to the 
point to rally our men. He succeeded in his effort, but 
paid for his success with his life. In the midst of the 
struggle, he was struck by a musket ball, and fell mor- 
tally wounded, and as our forces retired during the 
night, he was left within the lines of the enemy. He 
was fortunate enough to fall into the hands of a hu- 
mane family, who did all they could to ease his painful 
passage to the tomb. From them have been obtained 
some interesting particulars in reference to his death. 
The nature of his wound (the ball passed through his 
bladder and bowels) forbade any hope of recovery, and 
with an intellect unclouded to the last, he met his fate 
as a soldier, and a Christian. Though suffering the 
most excruciating pain, he bore it with heroic fortitude. 
Such was the manliness of his disposition as shown in 
his last hours, he so endeared himself to the strangers 
who had cared for him, that they wept his loss as 
though he had been their own child. 

Said the lady of the house, "He was the most thank- 
ful for little favors of any one I ever saw." 

At his request the scriptures were frequently read to 
him. A little before his death, he placed his hands 
upon the Bible, sung a hymn, and then "he fell asleep." 

Thus passed away one of the noblest and purest 
spirits that have gone up to God from the altar of our 
country. 

Surrounded by temptations in the army, to which 
many yield, he so guarded himself against evil, that 
when he fell, not a stain was on his raiment. And 
yet, so unobtrusive was his piety, that even the most 
wicked could not but respect him. With him the bat- 
tle is over, but the victory remains, and he who fought 
so well, has been granted a triumphant entry into the 
City of the Great King. Farewell comrade ! May we 
fight the battle of life as bravely. 



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Capt. David D. Bard, Co. I, 104th O. V. I. 



Headquarters, Army of Ohio in the Field, ) 
Near Columbia, Tenn., Dec. 24, 1864. j 

One of the most painful duties connected with sol- 
diering is that of announcing the death of our brave 
commanders and worthy comrades, as they fall upon 
the bloody field, or are otherwise sacrificed for the 
cause of their country. The subject of this letter, my 
Captain, adds another to the long roll of honor who lost 
their lives, fighting for the flag of our country. Capt. 
Bard was mortally wounded on the 30th of Nov. at the 
terrible battle of Franklin, Tenn., and should I under- 
take to pronounce an eulogy upon his fair fame, and 
noble character, I could not say too much. He enter- 
ed the three months service as a private soldier of Co. 
F, 7th Ohio Infantry, and at the time of his death was 
in his fourth year of service. 

His services with the 104th Ohio commenced as a 
1st Lieutenant, and he has ever shown himself a gal- 
lant soldier and efficient officer. Gained unusual re- 
spect and confidence of his commanding officer and 
the highest esteem of those whom he commanded. 
Was always prompt in the performance of his duties. 
Sought not easy positions in the service, but preferred 
to share with his comrades the privations and hard- 
ships of field service. Was promoted not only in mili- 
tary rank, but was continually raised in the estimation 
of his regiment and at the time of his last battle with 
the enemy was Acting Assistant Adjutant on General 
Reilly's Staff; which was not through favoritism 
or the influence of friends, but for true deserving merit. 
And I am glad to add that he was not only a vigilant 
soldier of his country, but also a faithful soldier of the 
Cross of Christ. And to him I would say, 

"Soldier rest ! thy warfare o'er 

Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking, 

Dream of battle fields no tnore, 

Days of danger, niMs of waking." 

H. B. C. 



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TO YOUNG MEN. 



An Eloquent Appeal to them by General James A. 
Garfield. 

[The incident of the Lincoln pole raising which occurred at Hiram, O., 
and u-pon which this poem is founded, was one of the first public acts in 
Gen. Garfield's political career, and as the speech delivered by him at 
Cleveland, O. (3ct. ii, 1879, was one of his last great efforts, we append 
the following extract from it the thoughts of which seem to blend with the 
sentiment of the poem, reminding of past achievments of the Republican 
Party, and pointing forward to still grander victories.] 

"Now, fellow citizens, a word before I leave you, on 
the very eve of the holy day of God — a fit moment to 
consecrate ourselves finally to the great work on next 
Tuesday morning. I see in the audience to-night a 
great many young men, young men who are about to 
cast their first vote. I want to give you a word of sug- 
gestion and advice. I heard a very brilliant thing said 
by a boy the other day up in one of our northwestern 
counties. He said to me: 'General, I have a great 
mind to vote the Democratic ticket.' That was not 
the brilliant thing. [Laughter.] I said to him, 'Why.?' 
'Why,' said he, 'my father is a Republican, and I am a 
Republican all over, but I want to be an independent 
man, and I don't want anybody to say, "That fel- 
low votes the Republican ticket just because his dad 
does," and I have half a mind to vote the Democratic 
ticket just to prove my independence.' I did not like 
the thing the boy suggested, but I did admire the 
spirit of the boy that wanted to have same independ- 
ence of his own. 

"Now, I tell you, young man, don't vote the Repub- 
lican ticket just because your father votes it. Don't 
vote the Democratic ticket even if he does vote it. 
[Laughter.] But let me give you this one word of ad- 
vice as you are about to pitch your tent in one of the 
great political camps. Your life is full and buoyant 
with hope now, and I beg you when you pitch your 
tent pitch it among the living and not among the dead. 
[Applause.] If you are at all inclined to pitch it among 
the democratic people and with that party, let me go 
with you for a moment, while we survey the ground 
where I hope you will not shortly lie. [Laughter.] It 
is a sad place, young man, for you to put your young 
life into. It is to me far more like a graveyard than a 
camp for the living. Look at it! It is billowed all^ 
over with graves of dead issues, of buried opinion ■ 



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exploded theories, of disgraced doctrines. You can- 
not live in comfort in such a place. [Laughter.] Why, 
look here! Here is a little double mound. I look 
down on it and I read, 'Sacred to the memory of Squat- 
ter Sovereignty and the Dred Scott decision.' A mil- 
lion and a half Democrats voted for that, but it has been 
dead fifteen years — died by the hand of Abraham Lin- 
coln, and here it lies. [Applause.] Young man, that 
is not the place for you. 

"But look a little further. Here is another monu- 
ment — a black tomb — and beside it there towers to the 
sky a monument of four million pairs of human fetters, 
taken from the arms of slaves, and I read on its head- 
stone this: 'Sacred to the memory of human slavery.' 
For forty years of its infamous life the Democratic par- 
ty taught that it was divine, God's institution. They 
defended it, they stood around it at its grave as mourn- 
ers. But here it lies, dead by the hand of Abraham 
Lincoln. [Applause.] Dead by the power of the Re- 
publican party. [Applause.] Dead by the justice of 
Almighty God. [Great applause and cheers.] Don't 
camp there young man. But here is another — a little 
brimstone tomb [laughter]— and I read across its yel- 
low face in lurid, bloody lines these words: ^Sacred to 
the memory of the State Sovereignty and Secession.' 
Twelve millions of democrats mustered around it in 
arms to keep it alive; but here it lies, shot to death by 
the million guns of the Republic. [Applause.] Here 
it lies, its shrine burnt to ashes under the blazing raf- 
ters of the burning Confederacy. [Applause.] It is 
dead! I would not have you stay in there a minute, 
even in this balmy night air, to look at such a place. 

•'Oh, young man, come out of that! [Laughter.] 
That is no place to put your life. Come out, and come 
over to this camp of liberty, of order, of law, of justice, 
of freedom, [amen], of all that is glorious under these 
night stars. 

"Is there any death here in our camp.'' Yes, yes ! 
Three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, the noblest 
band that ever trod the earth, died to make this camp 
a camp of glory and liberty forever! [Tremendous 
applause] 

"But there are no dead issues here. There are no 
dead ideas here. Hang out our banners from under 
the blue sky this night until it shall sweep the green 



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turf under your feet! It hangs over our camp. 
Read, away up under the stars, the inscriptions we 
have written on it, io! these twenty-five years. 
Twenty-five years ago the RepubHcen party was mar- 
ried to Liberty, and this is our silver wedding, fellow 
citizens. [Great applause.] A worthily married pair 
love each other better on the day of their silver wedding 
than on the first day of their espousal; and we are 
truer to Liberty to-day and dearer to God than we 
were when we spoke our first word of Liberty. Read, 
away up in the sky, across our starry banner, that first 
word we uttered twenty-five years ago. What was it.? 
'Slavery shall never extend another foot over the ter- 
ritories of the great West!' [Applause.] Is that dead 
or alive.? Alive, thank God, forevermore. [Applause.] 
And truer to-night than it was the hour it was 
written. [Applause.] Then it was a hope, a 
promise, a purpose; to-night it is equal with the stars 
— immortal history and immortal truth. [Applause.] 
^ "Come down the glorious steps of our banner. 
Every great record we have made we have vindicated 
with our blood and with our truth. It sweeps 
the ground, and it touches the stars. Come 
then, young man and put in your }'oung life, where all 
is living and where nothing is dead but the heroes that 
defended it. [Applause.] I think these young men 
will do that. ■ [Of course they will!] 

"Gentlemen, we are closing this memorable campaign. 
We have got our enemies on the run everywhere 
[Laughter] , and all you need to do in this noble old city, 
this capital of the Western Reserve, is to follow them 
up and finish it by snowing the rebellion under once 
more. We stand on an isthmus. This year and 
next is the narrow ithumus between us and perpetual 
victory. If you can win now, and win in 1880, then 
the very stars in their courses will fight for us. [Ap- 
plause.] The census will do the work, and will give 
us thirty more freemen of the North in our congress 
that will make up for the rebellion of the South. 
[Great applause.] 

"We are posted here as the Greeks were posted at 
Thermopylae, to meet this one great barbarian, Xerxes 
of the isthmus. Stand in your places, men of Ohio! 
Fight this battle, win this victory, and then one more 
puts }'ou in saft}' forever." 



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